Swirls of silky crimson and summer green assault her eyes.

Crimson. Green. Crimson. Dash of green. Crimson. Green. Every thorn attacks her with it's painful beauty.

Who knew you could die by such beautiful things?

Death by roses.  A beautiful death for a beautiful woman.

Red roses. Green stems. Ivory skin. Dark brown hair. Blue eyes. Red dress. Green stems. Red roses.

Death. Beautiful, terrible death.